Ces Cru feat. Tech N9ne - Juice | Текст песни

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• Ces Cru feat. Tech N9ne
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Give me, give me, give me the juice
Give me, give me, give me, give me the juice

(Verse 1: Ubiquitous)
Another day in life, no time for play I'm tryin' to cake,
High stakes survival, increasing my fire rate
Eyes dilated, ain't my sight fly straight
If I ever want my record to see the light of day
I'mma find a way, way of the world need a lift
If you carry bags I know we gon' need a tip,
You're free to give a man but I don't need a disk,it
Put the grip a track, it's really nothing for me to skip,
We the creed of a better, breathing you never read
Since you never see it so that's if you ever see us,
My nemesis, why you being the Ebenezer,
I'll be see insights sippin on somethin' with senoritas,
Pro political peace, let em read with the Palestine in this
Really a Lebanese, be hold the horse appealing to ever be
I'm tryin to catch some while I'm sailing the seven seas
I float my friends, scuttle my enemies and we're constantly
In the struggle for energy, I rock steadily in the spot ready or not
Push em a pro now so plenty plenty a pop,
I'm getting guap my man I got plans to cop land away, lay in in the hot sand,
I know the ??, playin my Roxanne,
Another dollar another day in the rock band,
It's juice.

(Hook)
Give me, give me, give me the juice
Give me, give me, give me the juice

(Verse 2: Godemis)
Crawling out of the casket, I walk for madness,
I've been in the media feeding off the sadness,
If any enemy coming rattling massive
He ready for Armageddon now wet him in acid
I've been in the back bitch, playing the sidekick
Surprise they realize the size of my dick,
They blog and criticize the lines of my shit.
Just straddle up on it, ?? you ride dick,
Better give him a stretcher and oxygen mass, oxygen bags
Box and slim fast, I lose gain weight, got a lot to get pass,
For all that hate I'm about to get cash
I ain't got chain yet, you're hearing the same vet
Can say that I'm lucky I made it out of a train wreck,
Want me to speed it up motherfucker it ain't Tech
It's Godemis, idiots steady upon on the name check,
I ?? appearance I'm in the paint
They ain't ready I spray 7
They ain't in my life, they ain't steady
It's like me and Jason
Using the same 'chete, so raw I'm delirious nigga but ain't Eddy
It don't matter I don't chatter in all regard to new,
Got the insight of an old catalogue
The instinct is that every old rabid dog,
Who might have been good on that day but he got it all
That's juice.

(Hook)
Give me, give me, give me the juice
Give me, give me, give me the juice

(Verse 3: Tech N9ne)
Wakin him up, shakin the fuck
Outta Pagans that are mating fornicatin
With hatin sick lust
Eatin bloody steak and bacon with Satan
They can abrup-tly be taken by Yates in them
Plates and displayin his guts
Amazing to us sleknov raisin them cupped hands
To lay in the blade today who bathed in a blood bath look
Might behead ya psyches dead for life he bled
But Ike said to knife these Negras
Bright ran away from the night I'm a sinner
Hate my inner light when I stray see the fright, I generate
I, innovate in the fight I'mma incinerate a mic
Men obey, when I write they disintegrate
It's over, soul of a soldier
Chose to be cold and overload ya with vulgar
Sposed to be old but the flows gettin bolder
And hoes lose they clothes never holdin they composure
That's juice.
Bitch!

(Hook)
Give me, give me, give me the juice
Give me, give me, give me the juice

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